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mac critter - sonic lyrics

[chorus]
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
headshot shot a n+gga, that thinking sh+t funny
both of the guns, took all the money
wanna be in the street, n+gga gotta be gunnin’
mob n+gga, like michael and sonny
b+tch you bad, go get your money
f+ck these n+ggas, these n+gga junkies
girl you bad, ho get your money
three hundred shots, at the sonic

[verse]
shoot through the throat, through the seat, through the stomach
ugly sight, scary sight, fill her with embalming
see they be down, for these posters and comments
i don’t stick d+ck in her, she gone get grumpy
i f+ck thе sh+t out her p+ssy, be pumping
i ain’t put no hit, i go get еm up thumping
real world foe, in the ttg garments
street n+gga, eating baked chicken and dumplings
young n+gga getting money, while lady was humping
treating the rug in the rolls, like an ashtray
blue hundreds, new money, come at a fast pace
i told my b+tch go get a switch, for a birthday cake
run to the money, go get it like ondalay
seven six two’s hit his mitt, come up out his face
send a pretty b+tch, i bet the boy ‘bout to beg
thumbing through these hundreds, fifty’s in my hand
counting this money in my hand, i think straight
buggin’ this pretty ass b+tch, i wanna kiss her face
three hundred thousand in jewelry, i trap back
six cuban links, b+tch i feel like a heavyweight
shout out to mayweather, a whole lot of money team
three b+tches sucking my d+ck, in a culinan
f+ck on one, other two b+tches, rubbing me
f+cking on one, other two kissing, rubbing me
[chorus]
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i see nothing, but money
i don’t see nothing, but money
headshot shot a n+gga, that thinking sh+t funny
both of the guns, took all the money
wanna be in the street, n+gga gotta be gunnin’
mob n+gga, like michael and sonny
b+tch you bad, go get your money
f+ck these n+ggas, these n+gga junkies
girl you bad, ho get your money
three hundred shots, at the sonic

- mac critter lyrics

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